"Morning, Martha. What can I get you today?" "Oh, good morning, Tom. I'll have my usual, please. The cinnamon roll and a large coffee, black." "Coming right up. You're in early today. Everything alright?" "Yes, just a lot on my mind. You know how it is. The town council meeting last night was... interesting." "Oh? What happened?" "Well, old Mr. Henderson proposed that we start charging for parking in the town square. Can you imagine? It's always been free." "That does sound like a change. What did everyone else say?" "Mostly groans and moans. Mrs. Thompson nearly had a fit. She said it would drive away tourists." "Tourists are the lifeblood of our little bakery. We can't afford to lose them." "Exactly. I think it's just a matter of time before we see more changes. Progress, they call it." "Progress or not, we need to keep our traditions alive. Like this bakery. It's been here longer than either of us." "Here's your coffee and cinnamon roll. On the house today." "Thank you, Tom. You're a good friend. We'll figure this out together." "Of course. Now, enjoy your breakfast. And let's hope for the best."